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Inch: Sing the song about the guy who rescues the deer.
F3: ???
Inch: You know, it starts about the night, it's the one Mrs. H taught you to sing.
F3: Do you mean, "O holy night, the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear saviour's birth..."
That one?
Inch: Yeah. Sing that one.
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